Topper And Rafe Novels & Stories

Inside, it was cool and silent, smelling of old wood and lemon wax. Rafe was in a first-floor solar, not in the grand master bedroom. He was propped up in a large chair by a window overlooking a vineyard, a blanket over his legs. He looked smaller. The terrifying vitality that had always radiated from him was muted, banked like a fire. But his eyes, when they found Jay's, were the same: sharp, lucid, and utterly commanding. "Leave us," Rafe said to the doctor and a hovering attendant. His voice was thinner, but the authority in it was undimmed. They scurried out.

The rooftop falls quiet again, but now it feels different, calm and intentional. Rafe nudges the case with his boot. “Do you want me to leave the feed open?” “Yes.” “And if he activates the camera again?” My jaw tightens. “Then he’ll see exactly what I allow him to see. I want him to believe he's still tracking her.” A slow grin spreads across Rafe’s face. “Damn, man! You’re insane.” “I know.” He straightens up and picks up the case. "For what it’s worth," he says nonchalantly, "this might just be the most entertaining thing you've dragged me into. I've already booked my ticket. Front row seat to whatever chaos you're about to unleash."

"My apologies, Alpha, Luna. Rafe doesn't always know how to behave. So naughty." "It's quite all right." I crouched in front of the boy. "How old are you, Rafe?" "Four," he announced proudly. "Oh, a big boy now. You have to protect your mother and listen to her." He nodded and puffed out his chest. "Yes, Yuna. I'm the strongest in my whole nursery class." I laughed softly. "I can tell. You'll grow into a strong warrior." Rafe beamed. "Yuna, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen..." Then his eyes went wide. "After Mommy, of course. Mommy's the most beautiful."

Not of Sloane this time. It was Rafe. A recent photograph, taken from a distance, showing Rafe and Mira sitting together on the clubhouse steps two days earlier, unaware they were being watched, her head tilted toward him in the easy unguarded posture of two people who had recently and carefully fallen for each other. Rafe's face, when he saw it, went the color of old ash. *** Colt pulled the knife free and the photograph fell into his waiting hand. He turned it over. On the back, in the same unsteady handwriting from the very first envelope, four more words: I know what matters.

For the first time in a while, Rafa is one step ahead of Ryan. Immediately after Ryan stormed out his office and Rafa told Selene, “We have to kill him. Now, it’s a battle of who kills who first,” he made a move. He wasted no time, standing up the next second and going to meet with a rival gang. They exchanged promises and values and swear to keep their alliance confidential.

I look up to see a grinning Rafe looking down at me. He looked just as handsome as his older brother, both wearing navy suits. Rory wore a silver tie whereas I could tell Rafe was the comic of the family with his flashing red nose reindeer tie that cracked me up instantly. I hadn’t noticed it before, was he wearing it over dinner or deliberately changed to cause a laugh. He twirled me and he dipped me, I was struggling to keep up. “You know humans see in Christmas Day with a kiss at midnight….” His charming voice whispers into my ear.

The scene caused an eye-sore to some people who expected them to be rivals but they turned out to be good friends. Arrax Domineco Keller returned Rafe a big smile, pushing his curls to the other side. Arrax teased, allowing his eyes to fall on Seraya in the distance, " I thought, you would be coming alone, bro. Looks like, you are too fast in finding your dessert." Rafe rolled his eyes and watched his unbuttoned shirt through the coat. Rafe scoffed, smacking his chest playfully, " Don't think that everyone is like you. Goddess, you don't even restrain yourself in an event. Button your clothes."

Ninety two *Freya* Rafe looked so vulnerable lying there, his handsome face unnaturally pale, dark lashes fanned out against his sculpted cheekbones. Tears prickled my eyes as I stared at him. I'd always found him breathtaking, but now, with the knowledge of what he'd risked for me, what he'd sacrificed, he'd never seemed more beautiful. Or more beyond my reach. Rafe was everything I'd ever wanted. Strong, brave, compassionate. A true leader who inspired loyalty in all those around him. His people adored him, and with good reason. He always put their needs before his own.

I whispered. “Nova,” he growled. “Who the fuck is out there?” I wasn’t looking at Cruz anymore. I was staring through a hairline crack in the broken window, and there he was. Rafe. “No,” I breathed. “It’s not possible.” Cruz’s voice dropped to a deadly whisper. “Rafe who?” I turned to him slowly. “Rafe Moretti.” His face changed instantly, filled with rage, disbelief, and shock. “That son of a bitch is dead,” Cruz said. “He died in the raid two years ago. Blade saw the body.”

Rafe whispered with a face that looked really tired as if a lot of heavy loads were on his mind this time. ** "Rafe, are you up yet?" Luna seemed to have woken up refreshed that morning. The girl seemed to be in good spirits, especially heading to the dining table in anticipation of the super sumptuous meal that she rarely enjoyed. "So, what's for breakfast today?" asked Luna excitedly, while Rafe, who had just arrived, yawned a little and rubbed his eyes. "Spaghetti." "Eh?" Luna was dumbfounded because this was not the usual Rafe. Rafe is a wealthy man who had the entire building booked for dinner and is now serving pasta.